"Perhaps he made a mistake in the dark." "If so it is like Thomas Bolle, who ever wished the right thing and did the wrong.

Talk no more of him, since I would not meet my end in a bad spirit.

Thomas Bolle, who lets us die for his elfish pranks! A pest on the half-witted cur, say I.And after I had kissed him too!" Cicely wondered vaguely to what she referred, then, thinking it well not to inquire, said-- "Not so, a blessing on him, say I, who saved my child from that hateful hag." Then there was silence for a while, the matter of poor Thomas Bolle and his conduct being exhausted between them, who indeed were in no mood for argument about people whom they would never see again.

At last Cicely spoke once more through the darkness-- "Emlyn, I will try to be brave; but once, do you remember, I burnt my hand as a child when I stole the sweetmeats from the cooling pot, and ah! it hurt me.

I will try to die as those who went before me would have died, but if I should break down think not the less of me, for the spirit is willing though the flesh be weak." Emlyn ground her teeth in silence, and Cicely went on-- "But that is not the worst of it, Emlyn.